Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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vox COLLEGII 29 where the leader took up her position on a soap box on which was printed the words Good morning! Have you used Pear ' s soap? Then 1 understood why this woman wanted to preach, she could say more in five minutes than I have ever heard anyone else say in thirty. Her tones were deep and mannish — it was her voice that sounded familiar — where had I heard it? As she talked on and on suddenly I gasped — I had heard that voice from the platform of the chapel at O.L.C. at the Graduation Recital in 1923, when Miriam Eckert had recited the Doll ' s House. I turned away, overcome by grief for the dear girl who in her youth had been such a promising young creature and who would have made such a dear gentle little wife and mother had she not had her masculine side emphasized while taking dramatics at 0. L. C. Mary Doty After leaving O.L.C. in 1923, 1 one day decided to go back and visit the Collage and upon arriving who should be the first person I should meet in the Main Hall but my old College friend, Mary Doty. 1 was sitting in the reception room one day while 1 was there and Mary came in, so then I knew that my curi- osity would now be appeased. She told me that after graduating in M.E.L. she had decided to specialize in the sub ject of Mathematics. Mary had made good use of her time and had graduated from Victoria and also from a Univer- sity in Germany with honors in Maths. After her return to Canada she had wanted to put her learning to a good use so had put in application for a position as teacher in a University or College and had found that one of her wishes had been given her, because she was to be the Maths teacher at O.L.C. After spending a day or so at the College I was not at all surprised to learn that Mary was one of the most highly thought of teachers because of her cheerful and sunny disposition and her optimistic views of how the girls were getting on in their work and of their examination time. When I left the College I was happy in the thought that Mary had found the right place in the world in which she could be an aid and example to those who were her companions. Evelyn J. Beattie It was the year 1930 and I was stroll- ing along Miami Beach down in Flor- ida when suddenly I saw a tremendous crowd of people rush down to the water ' s edge and I beheld a tall, dark girl heroically rescue three children from out the angry waves, whilst the crowds enthusiastically yelled Bravo! Hurrah for Mme. Evelyn White, our famous bathing beauty! Then as we pressed closer we stared in astonish- ment for lo and behold we now recog- nized the slender form and face of our beloved class mate, Evelyn Beattie. We threw our arms around her neck and besought her to tell tis all she had done since she had left our dear Alma Mater, O.L.C. And in her characteristic fash- ion she told us of her wild adventures on the stage in New York, and all about the multi-millionaire who had seen her gliding through the water like a fairy mermaid and had engaged her as chief instructor for the Royal Life Sav- ing Society at Miami Shore. Leila .Hunter In the year 1934 i went upon an ex- tended tour of New York. One even- ing, finding myself all dressed up and no place to go, 1 decided to stroll along the Great White Way in search of amusement. After stopping in front of several theatres, and finding nothing of interest on the bill boarcls, I was about to give up in disgust when I no- noticed — The Winter Gardens Mile. Rosebud (Last appearance in America) This looked inviting, and I entered

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28 VOX COLLEGII men, who appear to be arguing over something ' . They are standing on the platform of the Roller Boiler Coaster, and in front of them is drawn up one of the little cars. The manager of the railway, a huge, foreign looking man, is vigorously shak- ing his fist in the face of a vei y small timid little gentleman. I hear the big man say If you don ' t get your wife out of that car I ' ll have the law on you, yes sir ! and then you ' ll find out that you can ' t hold up this coaster all afternoon, just because your wife, she too fat to get through the dooi — tell ine, how in the world did she ever get in? After this narration, I turn my gaze to the object in discussion, a lady of huge dimensions who is vainly trying to squeeze through the little door. At last her husband strikes upon a plan and hurries away. In a moment h? returns with several workmen and a rude derrick, and soon they have her safely transplanted on the platform, much to the satisfaction of the mana- ger. Her husband turns to her and says : ' Jean Dickinson you were two and twenty years ago. and Jean Dickinson I wish you were to-day, for since T married you, I ' ve had more trouble trying to get you through doors than I ever had with my mule. Is it possible ? Jean Dickinson ? Yes, so it is ! As the ciirtain falls I say to mv- self T-Iow time and people change ! Mary Souch We all know that every day and in every way women are coming forward more and more to fill the positions of men but what surprised me most on my visit to the large city of Hampton in the year 1929 was the sight of female taxi drivers and female motormen on street cars. It Vv-as about noon when I boarded a north-bound car which was fairly crowded with these conductors and motormen going home for lunch. One of the motormen sat next to me. She was a tall, slim, fair woman with dark brown eyes. She reminded me of some- one I had once met and I seemed to re- mind her of someone too, for she kept glancing my way. At last I spoke and asked her name; she quite surprised ;inc by saying that her maiden name had been Mary Souch. 1 told her who 1 was and then we talked about ths years which had slipped by since our gradu- ation. Mary said she had tried the Cole Inisiness but after a few years ot happiness her husband had died leav- ing her with hvo boys whom she had taken lionie to her mother. For the past two years she had been one of the head motormen in the Hampton Rail- way Co. The car stopped just then and 1 liurried away promising to see IMary again soon. Miriam Eckert Naturally interested in parades, I craned and pushed and squeezed until I could see the approaching riot at the corner of Richmond and Dundas street, London. What a commotion it caused in peaceful London ! And no wonder, for it was headed by a short, stout, masculine-looking speciman of human- ity, who wore her hair sleeked back and screwed up in a knot from which short ends protruding under the severe black sailor hat showed her to have been at one time a victim of the flap- per ' s fad for bobbed hair. From the black skirt and the tailored shirtwaist with the black necktie and the nose glasses held in place by a wide black ribbon her type was revealed. Behind the champion of her caiise came the Hilton-Strothers band and then the standard bearers announcing to th world in red letters — Why cannot women l)o preachers! We want to preach ! Give the women a chance! This subject interested me so T fol- lowed the procession to Queen ' s Park,

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30 VOX COLLEGII the theatre and by good fortune obtain- ed a seat in the front row. The performance was very catchy and the music of the tinkly variety. Siiddenlj ' all lights were extinguished (except one pool of brilliancy far back r.ear the green draperies of the stage.) The music ceased for a moment, then came a deafening ' crash of all instru- ments. At the same time a lithe fig- ure in a gauzy lilue costume of a liallet dancer leaped upon the stage. Her hair hung to her waist and a garland of flowers caught the stray strands up- on her forehead. She smiled sweetly in response to the deafening applause and the shrill Avhistles of the peanut gallery, then swimg into a wild whirl of rhythm. I noticed that the orchestra found it dif- ficult to keep up with her. Suddenly she stopped directly in front of me, and to my amazement I found myself gazing- into the eyes of Mademoiselle Rosebud — or rather Leila Hunter. The shock was so great that it almost unnerved me. Between the second and third acts I called an usher and sent my card back stas ' e. The boy re- turned witli a note instructing me to go to Mademoiselle Rosebud ' s dressing room immediately after the close of the third act. I did so, and was ushered into a lux- urious apartment banked in roses and orchids. Leila came out to greet me in a swirling gown of flame. She greet- ed me effusively, kissing me on both cheeks. I found it difficult to imagine that this dazzling creature could liave been our dear, retiring, Senior Presi- dent of the 1923 class at O.L.C. We talked over our fortunes since we had parted in 1923, and 1 found tliat al ' ter leaving the College, Leila had married a missionary ami had gone to live in Africa. But her married life was very short as her husband had one day, while cutting wood, been accident- ally devoured by a lion. Leila returned to America and decid- ed to drown her grief in the realm of grease paint. She was now the lead- ing toe dancer of America and was leaving shortly for Russia to take that country by storm. Our conversation lasted well into the small hours of the morning, and then I departed overpowered by the heavy scent of flowers and the dazzling lady in theii ' midst.